Chapter 104: Play It Frame by Frame for Me!

At this moment on the stage, the hearts of the four backup dancers were in turmoil.

“Brother, this part wasn’t in the rehearsal!”

“How did you just start dancing on your own?”

“And that one-handed 1990s spin and the flawless single-handed freeze—are you serious?”

If they tried those moves themselves, the failure rate would be high. With luck, maybe one or two successes out of ten attempts. Such moves were far beyond their abilities.

“I’ll sew a dress for you when we get back,” Gu Jianli said casually. She paused, suddenly realizing that what Ji Wujing meant might be a birthday gift.

Lin Feng usually drove the company-provided Buick business car, while Li Wan drove her own BMW 5 Series. Touching his nose, Lin Feng headed straight toward his Buick.

From the very start, Zhang Chi maintained a shield of mental force around himself, so he hadn’t become a drowned rat because of the rain.

His body moved as he walked to the corner of the room, stopping before the vanity. In the mirror, Zhang Chi saw his current reflection.

Once she defeated Chu Tao, she could suppress his authority as the official director. Then, the Spirit Resistance Office would remain firmly in her grasp, and Chu Tao would be nothing more than a puppet.

The moment he touched it, the crystal erupted in a gloomy brilliance, black ripples spreading outward in circles.

Right after, Zhou Yan slowly raised his hand and motioned for the venerable Hua patriarch to return to his seat for now. Zhou Yan himself refilled his wine glass.

Lin Yuan calculated: from the last time he saw the storm, several days had passed. The storm’s speed was constant.

Staring at the sign above the door, with its five youthful, bold words: “Legendary Chicken Cutlet,” Tang Huang couldn’t help but feel a bit sentimental.

“Then we’ll just have to detain him illegally and keep him as a pet,” Shi Qi bit her lip, a hint of excitement gleaming in her eyes.

Li Jin was taken aback. He’d hoped for a little comfort from Wang Zhao, but never expected the steadfast Wang Zhao to utter such dejected words.

“How much are you worth, or name your price,” he asked, a bit shocked that Mu Mu had even set a value for herself.

As for Diao Chen, she acted as if nothing had happened. Not only did she avoid answering directly, she wouldn’t even look me in the eye, leaving me feeling quite frustrated.

Some families rejoice while others fret. When they’re celebrating their windfall, will the director responsible for the USB drive be uneasy?

Yue Longtian glanced at the clock; all the calls had come around eleven last night. With his phone in hand, he sat by the hotel window, returning each call one by one.

Back then, all the rumors Yue Longtian heard about Yue Shenglong said his skills were decent, but never once did anyone claim he was a master of the highest order. If Yue Longtian hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.

Yun Xiaoxiao was startled by what she heard. From her expression, Yue Longtian thought perhaps her father had arrived. But following the sound, he saw instead a man around thirty, dressed in sportswear, looking at them in surprise.

His hopes were destined for disappointment. The magical shield the seventh-level grand mage had raised with the last of his power lasted less than a second under the deadly beam, as thick as a finger, before shattering completely. The victim struck by the death ray immediately fell from the sky.

The two faced each other and smiled, while behind them, Chen Long’s eyes flashed with cunning. Sensing an opportunity, he reached into his coat, muttered an incantation, and Summer felt a surge of energy ripple behind him.

Yue Longtian remained silent. Old Ox had mentioned this Yin He Yizhen to him before, saying he’d met him once in the past, and even Old Ox was wary of him. He’d warned Yue Longtian: if you ever encounter the disciples of this old ghost, avoid any entanglement at all costs.